Sullen

“A lunch date?” Sullen’s mother asked.

Sullen pressed her forehead against the bathroom door and closed her eyes. Going on a lunch date with her mother, and dealing with her pushy agendas wasn’t what Sullen wanted to do, but she’d take one for the pack.

“Yeah,” Sullen said, slipping into a pair of jeans, and zipping them up. “I just thought that we left things on a bad note the other day, and it would be nice to have a peaceful lunch. On ...